Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.